[Verse 1: Ro Ransom]
Yeah
Man I'm ridin', bet my new mixtape on the horizon
Slide in, cinnamon Dominicans that's 5'10
Flies them, batty boy you caught up in that pride sin
n***as talking down but I do not recognize them
I'm on my healthy sh**, chewin' on a Nutri-Grain
Stompin' on these dirty a** rappers til my shoe gets stained
You off track, don't come nowhere near my choo-choo-train
The day I die will be the only way I lose the game
Uh. Love music, hate yours
Wiley Coyote but I never chase birds
They want to k** a n***a so they can create furs
And coats, but I'm not one to easily be poached
Or easily be approached, You need to receive a choke
Or a sleeper at least, I hope you can see that your teams a joke
If you do it on your own, man who the f** can stop you
You can not imagine all the bullsh** I got through
I leave, come back, demand attention like the Rock do
Say "f** my clique" and bust a b**h is something I will not do
Spit like huck-to
Sick like achoo
Hungry, I am underfed, my pockets need that wonder bread
Opinions are opinions, let me state the facts
Most my wardrobe is grey and black
Bullsh**? I ain't playing Jack
I'm 19 and I'm great at rap
So what the f** you got to say to that
Vets can't see me, the best can't beat me
First rapper to ever watch Sket Dance weekly
Their saying "he's the one", I'm apparently him
I'm bringing hope to New York City like I'm Jeremy Lin
Cause I'm a monster on the beat
I'm a dog without a leash
Make it hot around your block, I'll make a sauna out the streets
You are wrong if you believe that you are conquering the beast
Pretty girls thats from the high wanna get it on beneath the sheets
Uh. Who are you suppose to be? your gettin' old
I put beats in a cloverleaf submission hold
Quick a**essment, your ho is weak my b**h is gold
I'm global warming, even locally your sh** is cold
I've never regretted, saying what I feel
Only sh** I should have said, could of said, would have said
But that does no good, instead
Please learn from my mistakes
Life is too short to not take every chance you face
And, uhh I think I'mma feel like this forever
Forever, forever-ever, forever-ever
I'm sorry Mrs. Ransom because Mrs. Ransom don't exist
And the reason for that being all I care about is this
Man I swear I'm bout this sh**
Don't you dare try to doubt this sh**
Disrespect the Harlem world, someone's airin' out a clip
I ain't tryin' to face a casket
I'm tryin' to face a bad b**h
Designer made fashion, tidal wave crashin'
On purpose style, no by mistake accident
You sidenote swag, that's by-the-way wack sh**
Even if they kick me out I'll find a way back in
No time for women cause I'm trying to make a cla**ic
But I see Rihanna in my future y'all
I target lots of goals and I plan to shoot em all
I took a long time, I hope I ain't loosing ya'll
Ransomnia, the 2012 coup de grace